The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"I'm also sorry about what I did afterwards..." continued Albus Dumbledore, looking at Jon with an apologetic look.

Jon frowned involuntarily.

"After that, I have been trying to guide you and educate you... My behavior was a bit rough and selfish..." Dumbledore said slowly: "It may have caused you some harm..."

"I also have to thank you for your teaching, Professor Dumbledore..." Jon said calmly, "You have taught me a lot."

"There's no need to say these things against your will. You can tell me as much as you want... That old man named Dumbledore is disgusting and disgusting... I will feel better in this way." Dumbledore lightly He shook his head lightly:

"You should have your own path, you should have your own life... But I didn't respect your choice, I forced you into this war between me and Tom..."

"Actually..." Jon hesitated for a moment: "Professor, I don't care..."

"You have always been a good boy, but there is really no need to say such things against your will to comfort me." Dumbledore sighed: "You hoped to go to France the first time, didn't you... You knew Tom would be resurrected, you knew that he and I have a fight, so you want to avoid all this..."

"When Chris heard the conversation between you and Mrs. Maxim, I understood everything...I decided to stop you from doing this..."

"So, you put my name into the Goblet of Fire?" Jon asked tentatively.

"Yes, it is for this reason." Dumbledore nodded: "Please forgive the selfishness and possessiveness of an old man... I have always been such a person, whether I want to admit it or not."

"When I got Tom's general plan from Peter, I was a little scared... because I was dancing on a tightrope in a way; Tom was a very, very good wizard, just as good as I was, If it wasn't for that soul-splitting spell that made his brain inflexible... I'm afraid I'll lose, I'm afraid too many people will die in this war, so I use you..."

"I put your name into the Goblet of Fire, and the Goblet of Fire chose you... Yes, Jon, you are not like Harry Potter."

"That fake Alastor put Harry's name in the fourth school with the Confusion Charm, making sure he was the only candidate; and I put your name in the Hogwarts list, You have defeated all your opponents, even though you are much younger than them, you have been recognized by the Goblet of Fire, and you have become a Hogwarts warrior...Although, these things have long been within my expectations."

"Should I be honored by this?" Jon asked helplessly.

"No... you should be angry about this," Dumbledore said calmly, "as long as the Goblet of Fire spits out your name, you will have to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, thus binding me to... the past In the past two years, I have always regretted the decision I made..."

"To be honest, I was really angry at the time; because the feeling of having no choice was really uncomfortable..." Jon nodded: "But I was angry for a short while..."

"Because you're not as selfish as I am... In fact, your counterattack is also very beautiful. It's a genius idea to let the fake Alastor be killed by Tom instead of you..." Dumbledore looked at him again with apologetic eyes. Jon: "You successfully donated Harry's blood to Tom, and you successfully made Alastor a 'double agent'... You helped me so much a year ago, if it weren't for you , everything will not be so successful..."

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... I should have told you everything and let you go, but I chose to hide it from you... The biggest difference between you and Gellert is your kindness and love; and yet again I have shamelessly exploited this."

"Because I was still scared at the time, because I didn't fully expect Connelly to have such a strange reaction, I even wondered if he was controlled by the Imperius Curse... Losing the Ministry of Magic, I found that during the fight with Tom I was at a disadvantage...so I changed my mind at the last moment, I think I still need your help, so I chose to force you to stay for another year."

"It's okay...I mean, I'm used to it!" Jon picked up the butterbeer and took a sip.

...

"I owe you a lot..." Dumbledore also picked up the dirty beer glass and drank all the butter beer in it in one go.

"There is nothing I owe, Professor Dumbledore..." Jon said quickly, "You are my teacher, you have taught me many things, I just hope you don't keep me in the dark... ..."

"Then what else do you want to know?" Dumbledore nodded solemnly, and then asked.

Jon's expression became extremely serious, and he said, "For example... the situation in Astoria?"

"Blood Curse." Dumbledore said with a serious face: "Miss Greengrass was doomed to bear such a curse before she was born; I suppressed it with my own hands, and let it delay its onset for ten years... But Judging from the current situation, my original spell was not as brilliant as I imagined."

Although he had guessed it long ago, Jon still sank in his heart.

"Is there really no other way?" He asked a little unwillingly.

"At least I don't... I have never been very proficient in these dark arts." Dumbledore shook his head: "So I left you the "Secrets of Advanced Dark Arts"...I hope you can find it on it." Answer."

"I have a little thought...but just a little..." Jon said in a mosquito-tinted voice.

"I can only wish you good luck, Jon," Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder lightly: "I will help you as much as possible, if I can..."

...

The butterbeer in Jon's cup was gone, too.

"There is one last thing..." Dumbledore said, "I have one last thing to tell you, so you have to go back to the castle with me."

"Yeah." Jon put down his dirty wine glass and nodded.

He turned around, looked at the frowning girl in the oil painting, and said softly, "I think we have to leave, Miss Dumbledore."

Arianna Dumbledore had a smile on her face, she smiled at Jon obediently, and then waved her hand.